So it was a rough run, and since last week, I crapped out at 8 on a 16 mile run, 16.24 on an 18 doesn't seem so bad. The biggest single reason was because it was getting late and my roommate (with whom I frequently run) had to get to work. That was a nice excuse, er... press release, for the both of us.
It's called rebuilding from some sloth.
Look out, 20-miler, here I come! And oh, yeah... look out milkshake, I'm headed right for ya!
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